Mr Marcaille And His "Wall of Death"

Imagine you're taking your kid to the park for a family day out. The birds are singing, the breeze is fleeting and planted directly in front of you is a very disheveled man straddling a cello while tied to drum kit in his tight panties. One minute it's a sunny day with little Timmy, the next minute your day just got metal as fuck. You have Mr. Marcaille - and his masterful "Wall of Death" for kicking your family trip up a few amps.